The Wistful Skyline

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The plaster dust hung in the air like a suspension of ancient ash, coating my tongue with the grit of decay as I stood in the center of the Grand Hall, watching the chandelier shatter in slow, crystalline motion against the marble floor. It was not a sound of breaking glass that reached me, but a sudden, violent silence, as if the building itself had inhaled and held its breath in anticipation...

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